"Radioactive pudding. Neat-o!" Harley does not seem to be concerned to the threat. And digs into the pudding cup as she stays by Sylar.

"As long as you say so, I trust Bruce to be in good hands. Maybe she will put bows in his fur... he likes that."

"I didn't let on that you were part of the rescue team. So unless Peter says anything..." Harley shrugs. That is out of her hands.

She offers her arm to him, so they can go through the portal together.